“He says he’s white. I found him in the forec’sle when I went in to see about Floyd.”
“How is Floyd?”
“No better.”
“How’d that boy get there?”
“Ran away from the Otoes, he says, and hid himself in the bows beyond the bulkhead. Like as not he’s been there a day or two.”
“What’s your name?” demanded the Long Knife Chief, of Peter.
“Peter.”
“What else?”
“Peter—Kerr.”